After confirming the bomb would not explode, Qin Xuan stood up from the ground.
With a casual tone that stunned the pilot, he said, "Don't worry, it won't explode anymore."
"But your complexion is very poor, are you sure you're alright?"
The pilot paused blankly for a moment before slowly replying, "I should be fine."
"But the autopilot is broken, and I need to operate manually the entire time."
"Could you possibly assist me?"
"I don't think the co-pilot and the others will wake up that quickly."
Qin Xuan acknowledged, but before helping the pilot, he first went to the passenger cabin.
He wasn't sure if those guys had only planted this one bomb.
So, while asking the flight attendants to help calm the passengers, he meticulously checked every corner of the aircraft.
Fortunately, apart from the bomb in the cockpit, there were no similar dangerous items elsewhere.
Returning to the cockpit, the pilot's face was even paler. Qin Xuan quickly went to his side and discovered he had a very deep wound.
Although the bleeding had stopped, judging by the large pool of blood on the floor, he was likely suffering from excessive blood loss.
No wonder his complexion was so poor.
"Don't worry, I can still manage."
"When I was in the army, I sustained much more serious injuries than this."
Perhaps to reassure Qin Xuan, the pilot forced a smile.
But soon, his expression turned grim again.
"What's wrong?" Qin Xuan noticed his unusual demeanor.
The pilot gave a wry smile, "Our auto-throttle is broken."
"Does that have any impact?"
"Yes," the pilot nodded.
"The aircraft's throttle controls the engine's power."
"When the plane is climbing, cruising, and descending, the auto-throttle automatically adjusts to the appropriate position to ensure the aircraft can complete the maneuver."
"But with the auto-throttle broken, it means we'll have to operate manually from now on."
"How about this, I'll try my best to control the flight and landing, and you primarily assist me with the throttles."
Qin Xuan nodded, "Tell me what to do, and I'll do it."
"Alright," the pilot replied.
"First, I'll explain the basics of the throttles to you."
"See those two white levers?"
"Yes, I see them," Qin Xuan responded.
"Those are the aircraft's throttles."
"The left lever controls the left engine, and the right lever controls the right engine."
"Pushing the throttles forward provides maximum thrust, and vice versa, they will operate at the slowest rotation speed."
"This current state is the cruising state, which allows us to maintain stable flight in the air."
"So, I need you to keep a close eye on the throttles. If you notice any fluctuations, immediately return them to their current position."
"Understood."
Hearing the pilot's explanation, Qin Xuan immediately grasped the essence of it.
While keeping his eyes fixed on the throttles, he asked the pilot, "Since you said they control the aircraft's engines, will I need to operate them during landing as well?"
The pilot nodded, "During landing, I need you to slowly pull both throttles back."
"Remember, you must do it in sync."
"Otherwise, we could very well experience the fuselage rotating, or even flipping over."
"Understood."
Qin Xuan acknowledged and fell silent.
With his current abilities, he could ensure he made the correct adjustments after hearing the instructions just once.
The aircraft flew towards Modu without further incident.
Soon, they entered the landing range of Modu Airport.
The pilot opened the communication channel again, requesting landing and rescue from the tower.
The tower informed the pilot that all personnel were on standby, awaiting their landing.
The pilot replied, "Understood," and simultaneously issued the command to reduce throttle to Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan slowly reduced the engine thrust as instructed by the pilot.
The aircraft's nose successfully pitched down, and the speed gradually decreased to a landing-suitable level.
However, just as everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion, an accident occurred.
The aircraft completely lost response to the pilot's commands.
All operations, whether turning left or right, ascending or descending, or even extending the landing gear, had failed.
"Damn it, the hydraulics are at zero!"
"I've completely lost control of the aircraft!"
The pilot shouted, his hands leaving the control stick for the first time.
He quickly consulted the operation manual, trying to find a solution.
But at this point, the aircraft had already begun to dive towards the ground, nose down.
The aircraft started to shake violently, and its attitude was becoming uncontrollable.
Seeing this, Qin Xuan quickly pushed the engine throttles forward, directly increasing the engine output.
"What are you doing?!"
The pilot exclaimed in shock and reached out to stop Qin Xuan.
However, he was already extremely weak and his body could not perform any strenuous movements. He could only watch Qin Xuan operate.
Qin Xuan's hands moved forward steadily, pushing the engine throttles higher and higher.
As the roar of the engines increased, the entire aircraft miraculously regained its balance!
"If the throttles can control the engine power,"
"Then they must be able to control the aircraft's movements."
"We are very close to the airport now, quickly inform the tower that we need ample space for a forced landing!"
After the aircraft stabilized, Qin Xuan said to the pilot with great seriousness.
The pilot was stunned by this.
He had heard about using throttles to control aircraft movements in some safety meetings.
But these were experiences gained from countless hours of flight; how did this young man in his twenties know about them?
However, the pilot understood that he had no time to waste.
He quickly reported to the tower as Qin Xuan had instructed.
The tower also raced against time and immediately informed the pilot:
Modu Airport's runway 1 is the longest, measuring 4 kilometers.
Evacuation of people was already underway.
"Understood. Quickly notify all passengers to remain calm, and we will attempt a forced landing once I familiarize myself with the operation."
Upon hearing the information from the pilot, Qin Xuan responded.
The pilot immediately picked up the aircraft's public address microphone, took a deep breath, and spoke to everyone in as steady a voice as possible: "This is Captain Yan Huaizhong. Please remain calm, follow the instructions of the crew, and assume the brace position."
"I repeat, please remain calm, follow the instructions of the crew, and assume the brace position."
As Yan Huaizhong's voice faded, the flight attendants who were calming passengers in the cabin immediately began explaining the procedures for the brace position to the passengers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please place your feet flat on the floor and press your hips firmly against the seat back."
"Lower your head and bend your body forward."
"Cross your arms and hug your head, tuck your elbows in, and rest your forehead against the seat back in front of you."
"If there is no seat back in front of you, or if you cannot reach it, please grasp your ankles or hug your knees."
"I will repeat this one more time."
"First, place your feet flat on the floor and press your hips firmly against the seat back."
"..."
"Please grasp your ankles or hug your knees."